Hitman’s Secret by Rosa Mink

Chapter 2

Natalia

Have you ever wished you could disappear and start all over again?  I do all the time.  I hate school, but god forbid I drop out or get below a B+ on anything.  I may be twenty-one, but I’m treated like I’m ten by my shitass father.  I hate him, really hate him, but I can’t just disappear.

He has men on my ass watching me all the time.  I deviate from his planned schedule and he’s calling me out on it.  I swear, if I go to the bathroom too many times, he wants to know why I’m peeing so much.

It’s really crappy having to tell your psychopath father you’re on your freaking period every month.  Hello, I’m a girl, I have a period.  You should know this dumbass because if it wasn’t for my mother having periods and missing one, I wouldn’t exist.

Ever since she died when I was twelve, taken out by some unknown hitman, he’s been on my ass, not letting me do anything I want.  It’s not like my mother was mother of the year or any crap like that.  Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if I wasn’t actually my father’s daughter but unfortunately, I know I am.  I look almost exactly like my grandmother, his mom who died when he was twenty.

He’s so over the top that I just want to disappear and never return.  He got this way soon after my mother died, I don’t know why and then he started this kick of making as much money as he possibly could.  From there he moved us twice, into bigger houses, more secure and I had a hell of a time convincing him to let me go to school two hours away.

Thank god, school is done for the week though, if I had to get up and go to one more class in the morning, I swear I’d kill myself.  It takes hours to get a B+ on anything.  I’m not a genius student.  I’m average so getting above average takes time, so much time that I can’t do anything else, which I’m sure was my father’s intention the whole time.  If I have to study constantly then I can’t go out and party, drink, have sex.

Yes, I’m a twenty-one-year-old double, well, triple virgin I guess you could say.  I’ve never touched a drop of alcohol in my life, so there’s virginity number one.  Number two is obvious; no guy has ever gotten close to my vagina and number three is of course my ass.  I have plenty of guys talk about fucking it, so I guess it’s something to truly consider virgin territory still.

I have done oral, it was disgusting because the guy seriously sweated down there, and I do not look forward to doing that again.  Guys may rave about it but unless the dude has cleaned it up, it’s not happening.

So, as I head back across campus from the library, my normal Friday night haunt, I desperately want to slip over to a party just to experience it, at least once.  Maybe I’ll hate every bit of it, but shouldn’t it be my decision and not my father’s?  It all makes me want to just jump in a car and drive, ditch the bodyguards and be free.

I swear, somedays, I’d gladly take being kidnapped.  I’d give them all the money I had if they just let me disappear.  I’ll figure the rest out, somehow, do something to cover myself.  I’ll clean toilets if it gets me away from my father and his craziness.

I hit the dorms, moving to the secure door, knowing at least once I’m through them, my watchers can’t see me.  I can drop into bed and bawl my eyes out if I want and they can’t stop me.  They can’t keep me from walking around my room naked if I want, which, yes, I do when I slip into bed at night.  I love the feel of cold, silky sheets against my skin, and I make sure to check for cameras hidden at least once a week.

Speaking of which, I haven’t done that in a few days.  I probably should before I pass out from bored exhaustion.

I turn the corner from the elevator and walk down the hallway towards my single room, something I’m glad to have, my one little spot of freedom.  I go around another corner, this one leads only to my room and the stairwell no one uses since we’re on the seventh and top floor.  None of the girls on my floor enjoy exercise to the point of using them leaving me free to keep my door open a bit if I want.

Tonight, I don’t, I just want to go to sleep, and I look down into my bag, searching for my keys as I turn the corner.  A slight thrill wells up inside me as someone pushes me into the wall, making my books fall to the floor.  A large body steps up behind me and I bite my lip not knowing why I’m not screaming.

I should be screaming, worried, panicked, but I’m not.  I’m fighting against a smile.  I don’t know who the hell this is or why they’re doing it, but if it gets me out of mid-terms next week, hell, let them take me.